[Death is what Ryan is familiar with. He might have had different words for him if Liara were definitely killed, but-- missing friends, that's different. Where death's meant to be relatively final, not knowing can eat someone up, and he wasn't about to leave Garrus without company.]
It's okay. I already ate.
[He offers a flicker of a smile at that-- he still appreciates the thought-- but he doesn't immediately move to the bunk. Instead he sets a hand on Garrus' arm, a silent indication to hold still, before he folds the turian into a tight hug. A bit of an awkward one at first, just because of the anatomical differences here, but Ryan finds places to slot his arms and head more comfortably against him, tries to make it fit.]
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It's okay. I already ate.
[He offers a flicker of a smile at that-- he still appreciates the thought-- but he doesn't immediately move to the bunk. Instead he sets a hand on Garrus' arm, a silent indication to hold still, before he folds the turian into a tight hug. A bit of an awkward one at first, just because of the anatomical differences here, but Ryan finds places to slot his arms and head more comfortably against him, tries to make it fit.]